irish fantasy

Won’t you take me
with you,
on your ride to the sea
through the emerald green fields of Ireland,
to watch, as you say, the skies turn dark grey
and the waters, white with lightening?

Will you hold me close when the thunder roars
and the seas churn rough and angry?
I’ll pretend to fear, for my sake, my dear
just to feel your strong arms around me.

Let’s stay and watch, and wonder a while
at mother nature’s fury.
And then, as you say, a nice end to the day,
we'll snuggle by a fire.

A bottle of wine, a blanket for two,
the flames softly lighting your face
and the warmth of the fire will spark our desire,
take us to another place.